Tuesday’s Lunch

Dan and I were eating lunch, and I am looking out the window. This man walks by, and a pink baby blanket gets caught on the ornamental bushes, revealing the sleeping baby in the carrier in his hand. He turns back to get the blanket.

I look over again, and his pants are sliding down his hips, revealing brown boxer shorts. I turned to Dan and said, “His pants are falling down.”

Dan said, “The guy with the baby?”

I replied, “Yep.”

Dan retorts, “Well, it’s happened once before!”